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Alashan, I am a grain of sand for you-Zhang Yaqin 20103: 09 On Wednesday, June 30th, I thought my previous life was a grain of sand. Why else have I been watching you for so many years, focused and obsessed? I am afraid that I have stood in front of the map countless times, and your noble color has dyed all my years yellow. I have seen myself walking towards you countless times. My journey is so long and fruitful-through the sound of fallen leaves, through the trembling air, through the rotten grass, the lonely wind and dust, and the noisy city quotations. I walk slowly, but I keep walking, in the way and speed of a grain of sand. That's not my illusion, nor is it my dream. I know that day will come, who can refuse the hint of fate. I finally heard your distant call at dusk, with the unique taste of the desert. I smiled, but tears filled my eyes. At that time, everyone slept soundly and the wind was good. I got up gently and checked my bag again and again. There is only one thing in my full bag, and that is missing you. I am a grain of sand. Many, many years ago, you left it on the grass in a hurry. My little body is full of innate sensitivity to your vicissitudes. I set out at night just to meet you at dawn. The moment I want to see you, the light of your skin color will fill the golden desert. It is a kind of harmony and a tacit understanding. Whose skin is the color of the sun? So you are the most infatuated lover of the sun. The wind shuttles freely in the vast desert. Dark gold sets off the blue of the sky, so clean. The clear crescent lake is rippling. Travel-stained. I come from the northeast grassland, with wet water vapor. I stand in front of you, feeling the trembling of your soul bit by bit. Pour my little water on your dry land, and let it soothe your thirst and your fatigue of waiting for a thousand years. I hardly had time to sort out my complicated thoughts and pour out even a heartfelt word to you. Your breath caught me in an instant and penetrated me. At this fateful moment, I feel your acceptance of me. Your fiery feelings like magma lick my happiness and sadness for thousands of years. Drunk, I heard something crashing down in my heart. The tide of feelings is surging and roaring, carrying this life, so I stumble, knock me down and drown me alone. Golden sand is pure and clean. Camel grass listened attentively. My impetuous and tired heart seems to be washed by a cool mountain spring, so calm, comfortable and serene. In your arms, I slowly melt. This feeling is really good. Are you pure after all? Still prosperous? In the desolate and rough background, the lake in Ustai is clear, graceful, ethereal and ethereal, and the water surface beside the bridge fluctuates in the brocade scales. Fish. Thousands of fish are intertwined like a pile of clouds blown by the wind. Is this the western desert? Or Jiangnan water town? How can the rocks in Helan Mountain be colorful? Khaki, dark green, light gray, dark brown ... your high snow ridge, pine forest covered with fallen leaves and residual snow, spring sunshine shines in and scattered everywhere. Outside the pine forest, melting ice and snow are flowing along the rocks and ticking. Several yaks walked slowly with the pace of time, and the lonely camel looked up into the distance. I can't imagine that there are more than 100 Haizi in your golden Badain Jaran desert. Also, beside your ancient Ejina and weak water, Populus euphratica is wearing a weathered coat, which is gorgeous and incomparable, showing a stubborn character and also showing the tenacity and shock of life. How can I describe you? How can I describe the charm of Jiangnan water town rippling in the northwest desert? Blame you for describing the hidden moisture of your sand lake coexistence in boredom? I looked around on the Wu Ji Expressway. On the left, Helan Mountain rises and falls continuously, and the blue sky and snow peaks complement each other, blocking people's sight. The Gobi on the right extends the boundless expanse to the end of the sky. In a broad field of vision. Low dunes one after another, sparse camel grass gaunt. One side is lofty, and the other side is flat. One side is hard and the other is soft. Under the paternal background of snow-capped Helan Mountain, the desert on the other side, in the afternoon sunshine, presents a kind of chaotic, holy and kind maternal brilliance. I heard the smell of the desert and saw his slight trembling. I accepted all kinds of information from the distant horizon. My heart sank bit by bit and quieted down. I can't say anything, and I don't need to. Everything was realized before I entered. Is time solidified or life solidified? Alashan, like the sky, took me all over-my waiting and hunger, pride and obsession, sincerity and rebellion, parting and return were all taken into her arms, as well as my bones and blood ... I seem to be in love. This is a real man. His clarity, his calmness, his vicissitudes, her acceptance and tolerance, even his rough despair, his unattainable dignity and nobility because no one can conquer ... The moment I put my cheek on his rough skin, I suddenly remembered all the past events. It turns out that my watch in front of the rusty lock, my confusion in the hustle and bustle, and my loss at the neon intersection are all for this moment, in order to tremble in front of him. Worship. Tears filled my eyes.